Rhiannon had no memory of the minutes she had spent in the company of the Goddess after her death when she was only ten years old. She couldn’t remember the moment Raksha had been bestowed on her or when her body had changed... The only memory that lingered in her mind was that she had saved the world from a destroyer summoned by the Goddess herself to wipe out the corrupted race of lycans.

That night she had not only saved a baby but an entire race. However, she had allowed herself to forget that the Goddess’ destroyer had remained on Earth alive, latent, and unnoticed... and that it was her responsibility.

It was only logical then that he had been an outcast all his life, it was logical that his mere presence made the lycans nervous, and it was truly fortunate that he had been cautious enough to know how to control himself with silver since the power of a Royal Alpha was little compared to the power a destroyer of the Goddess was capable of invoking... and right that moment, the que